[All he'd expected was a look at fish. Something they could both enjoy together. Something good in this sea of scrap. The fact it's turned out better than he could have expected...]
[She doesn't pull away.]
[His spark feels like it's flaring, warmth flooding through his limbs. Her fingers are like fire. His free hand settles on her waist, tugging her in a little closer. She's warm and real and accepts the flaws in his memory, all the shortcomings...]
[She doesn't expect him to be anyone else.]
[He draws it out a little longer, his head tilting to better press his mouth to hers. He has no idea what he's doing. It just feels... right.]
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[She doesn't pull away.]
[His spark feels like it's flaring, warmth flooding through his limbs. Her fingers are like fire. His free hand settles on her waist, tugging her in a little closer. She's warm and real and accepts the flaws in his memory, all the shortcomings...]
[She doesn't expect him to be anyone else.]
[He draws it out a little longer, his head tilting to better press his mouth to hers. He has no idea what he's doing. It just feels... right.]
[Chromia feels right.]